Well, with Christine gone, Marshall could use the potty. He had needed to go when Christine asked, but didn’t want to in front of her. Marshall got to his feet. Immediately, he felt the front of his diaper grow warm. He let out a gasp of shock. He was peeing himself! His bowels rumbled loudly.
He was going to have to change his diaper anyways. With a defeated sigh, Marshall bent his knees into a squat and pushed. It took an unnerving lack of effort for him to empty his bowels into his diaper. Marshall straightened. He could feel his diaper sagging under him. From now on, he wouldn’t try to wait to use the potty. Clearly, he didn’t have the control for that at this age.
Waddling from his full diaper, Marshall made his way to the changing table. Thankfully, there were some changing supplies in boxes on the floor. As he tried to take his onesie off, he slowly realized that his fine motor skills were even worse than his potty training. He had no chance of changing himself.
Marshall swallowed his pride and toddled over to the door.
“Kwithine?” he called through the closed door. He closed his eyes, praying that Christine was still there, or at the very least, that there was someone who could change him.